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And in between we garden…

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The G.O. and I are absentee gardeners, and spend a few hours each time we go up to our house on the Mid North Coast of NSW keeping the garden presentable, and for me in particular enjoying the time spent in the sun pruning and weeding. During the recent long weekend we spent there, as well as the foodie country offerings of elladee_words there were modest garden offerings which thrilled us.

We occupied several hours of the weekend on maintenance jobs and gardening what at the moment is a very parched yard as the usually verdant area heads into summer having had not much winter rain. Our garden is dry but there were a couple of gems. The yellow iris rewarded the G.O.’s sprinklings of water by offering up all its blooms the morning we left. Our yellow climbing rose flowered for the first time, pale but triumphant. Our elegant champagne standard rose decided glamorous crimson climber suited it better

“We come from the earth.
We return to the earth.
And in between we garden.”

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Celi’s challenge – what I see from my back porch

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Celi asked “I have a challenge for you. What do you see from your Back Porch or Back Doorstep?”

This was not straight forward for me to fulfil.

This is our Erskineville apartment balcony. We don’t have a back porch, just a door in from the lobby.

Erko view

Erko view with train

This is the view I see most. From my office desk.
office view

office view

This is where I’d rather be. At Taylors Arm. This is one of the views from the back porch.

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TA view with kookaburras

Old & new in Newtown III – the abbey

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Life is pretty dull quiet at Chez EllaDee & the G.O. but luckily what we lack the neighbourhood provides, just a short walk away.

King Street, Newtown (Inner West, Sydney) 2 blocks from our apartment offers all varieties of cafes and restaurants, shops, markets, stalls and businesses for browsing, or actual business.

On Sunday we had business to attend to. Our first item was brunch because the sun was well over the yard arm. We tried a cafe new to us, Funky Monkey and gave it a we’ll be back thumbs up for a simple delicious brunch of fresh juice – orange, apple, pineapple, watermelon, carrot & celery; vege breakfast of baked beans, hashbrown, fantastic hotplate mushies, fresh lightly fried eggs and just the right size piece of turkish toast with spread; and bacon, egg & bbq sauce on the softest bread roll with sesame seeds & a hashbrown made a happy G.O. 🙂

Our other items of business were birthday gifts for a 5 year old boy and a 10 year old girl.

For the 5 year old we had success at Flying Penguin with an Edtoys Transformobile Bulldozer and Forklift, and a magic kaleidoscope for his older brother.

From Eastern Flair, a rose quartz orb with a pewter butterfly base for the crystal loving 10 year old.

On the way home we crossed Goddard St, and noticed The Abbey (accommodating backpackers, not nuns and monks unless they are also backpackers) wall wearing new street art by Bafcat and Ears.  In January 2012 when blogging was new to me, I snapped a couple of pics of the The Abbey’s street art gallery, and mustn’t have been excited by it as I didn’t post the pics, or maybe I was busy…

The first 2 pics are from 2012 and the rest from last Sunday.

the great divide: city vs country (II)

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Feeling the disparity of our dual existence after last weekend’s sojourn at our house at Taylors Arm, I posted the great divide city vs country (I) – a taste of country life.

This is the corresponding taste of city life…

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Just as language has no longer anything in common with the thing it names, so the movements of most of the people who live in cities have lost their connection with the earth; they hang, as it were, in the air, hover in all directions, and find no place where they can settle. Rainer Maria Rilke

the great divide: city vs country (I)

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We took the opportunity of a 4 day shutdown weekend releasing the G.O. from work obligations to escape our city apartment, drive 6 hours to at our house at Taylors Arm and do a little summer/pre-Christmas preparations. On the back of this sojourn I’m feeling the disparity of our dual life.

A taste of country life…

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As I mentioned on elladee_places, we also indulged in a browse through the Hub and Pub Markets at The Pub With No Beer.

the great divide: city vs country (II) – a taste of city life

His ’n Hers

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The Saturday late in August the G.O. took off from work so we could celebrate our anniversary with a weekend away at Port Stephens has turned into three. Last weekend we had family matters to attend to, but this weekend is ours.

What a novelty to share my Saturdays with the G.O…  Normally I blog, walk, clean and grocery shop… a mixed bag of which I’d happily forgo clean and shop. This Sydney morning was too windy and pollen content too high to comfortably walk, so I checked out WordPress posts while we did a lick & a promise clean.

Because the G.O. usually works Saturdays, I gave him the preference when choosing where to go, what to do, then from my own endless list filled in the gaps.

The G.O.’s first choice was his mate’s classic car & motorcycle import shop, Gasolene on Parramatta Road, at Camperdown. Agreeably, during the week I’d read a food article in the SMH re Thai Style Fried eggs w/ jasmine rice and nam jim at Runcible Spoon not far from there, so first item on the agenda was breakfast.

Thai Style Fried eggs w/ jasmine rice and nam jim & Duck Eggs with ham hock rosti and hollandaise… mmmm at Runcible Spoon

Enroute, we’d realised we’d been to Runcible Spoon previously in pursuit of the Spanish Baked Eggs with harissa (still on the menu).

Runcible Spoon is located just down the street from Deus Ex Machina.

Deus Ex Machina

On to Gasolene, no-one was there but we had a squizzy at the merchandise through the windows.

Gasolene Custom Garage

We moved on to Victory Motorcycles .

Victory Motorcycles

Done now with the G.O.’s agenda, our next destination was Haberfield with the promise of good coffee and Italian sweets at Papa Pasticceria.

Decisions, decisions at Papa Pasticceria

As we were in need of a top up of wine glasses we went to Lamonica Homewares.

Finally, we couldn’t avoid the weekly grocery shop but at Lamonica IGA it’s a pleasure not a chore, and as well as the usual stuff we of course stocked up on Italian goodies.

Lamonica IGA

Although I can’t imagine these G.O.-at-home Saturdays will last for long, the G.O. has disclosed that today he omitted to include Extreme Toys, so I’ll keep my own to-do list prepared, just in case.

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“I have an evening dress, pink mull over silk…”

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…and not to be outdone by the elegance of the morning, for the evening of the Winter Solstice, Sydney adorned itself in a shocking pink dress so bright it reflected in the glass habitat of the harbour.

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… (I’m perfectly beautiful in that) *Quote from Daddy Long Legs, Jean Webster